Nous Sommes Nombrueses

I LOVE my girlfriends. There is no one else on the planet that can so consistently provide what you need to hear, want to hear, don't want to hear all while showing that they still care about your feelings.

So a weekend with our darling, Katie, is just what the mixologist ordered. I had the pleasure of picking her up from the airport for an ON TIME flight and then we went to dinner. We could gloss over the fact that I forgot my wallet, but that would take some of the fun out of the story, so here it is. We pulled up in NoDa and found a parking space. Then we got out of the car, Katie is trying to figure out what she wants to change into for dinner, and I suddenly realize that I don't have my wallet. So we get back in the car, drive back to my house, pick up the wallet, Katie changes, and we leave for the restaurant, again.

We pull up and decide with Mandy that we are going to the Crepe Cellar - good call.

We sit at the bar because there are not any tables left. The bartender eventually acknowledges our presence, and takes our drink orders. Vodka martini for Mandy, extra dirty. Vodka martini for Katie, with a twist. Gin martini for me, no fruit, no olives. Thanks.

The cocktails were good, despite stemless glasses! Dinner was better, and the wine was pretty fine as well.

Saturday night we visited the Cajun Queen. (I know I skipped Friday but we didn't have any martinis that night...don't worry, we still drank!) We had to wait for a table for a few minutes, which was fine - we went to the bar! We ordered three martinis (same as before). What is the allure of the martini glass? And oh how does the taste of the martini change when you are drinking out of a wine glass...that's right, a wine glass. They ran out of martini glasses so we each had our martinis in a wine glass.

Enough said. Well, the service was mediocre, but the wine selection was good and the food was excellent. Now if we can just get Charlotte to kick it in gear with the stemware...The martinis we made at the house were much better, all 3 of them!

So if we count the number of martinis between the three of us for the whole 5 days...well, this girl won't sip and tell, alors - nous sommes nombrueses et quand meme les martinis!

Airport Martini

Have you ever missed a flight?

It sucks. At least the next flight out was only a few hours later, but I decided to go ahead and get dinner at the airport - IN CHARLOTTE, my home city, I am eating dinner at the airport. Sigh. What are you going to do?

So I ordered a Sapphire martini at the FOX News lounge and it was good. I ate dinner, still had an hour and a half to kill, so I ordered another.

Reading Oscar Wilde in an airport bar sipping a martini. Despite the circumstances, it wasn't half bad.

So if you have some time to kill at the Charlotte airport and you want to have a martini - go to Fox.